Azkaban: The Fifth House of Hogwarts

The Potions classroom is not far from the Slytherin lounge. It is the lowest classroom in Hogwarts and is located on the basement level of the castle.

Since there is no sunshine all year round, the atmosphere here always makes people feel spooky. Especially when paired with the dark green color that Slytherin likes and Snape also likes, the spookiness of the underground classroom rises sharply.

Even the little snakes from Slytherin House were a little confused when they first came here.

They walked through the damp and cold passage and entered the door of the Potions classroom. The shelves on both sides of the classroom entrance were filled with glass jars, which contained many specimens of magical creatures. Some had their eyes closed peacefully. Among the floating objects, some were divided into several sections, with dead-eyed heads followed by bodies that could no longer be put back together.

The little wizards sat quietly in their respective seats in groups of two, waiting for the second when the hour hand pointed to class. Perhaps when the professor came, he could dispel the uneasy gloom in the classroom.

But the hour hand pointed to the hour, and the door of the Potions classroom slid open silently, and a black robe walked in almost as fast as it floated. Professor Snape's footsteps were very light, like a ghost's steps. The little wizards involuntarily tensed their bodies, causing a slight commotion in the classroom.

"Quiet."

The whisper-like voice spread in the classroom where the atmosphere was almost solidified. The slight commotion stopped immediately. The little wizards stiffened their bodies to prevent themselves from making even a single sound. Some of their faces were already red and breathless. Dare not take a breath.

A thin roster was opened. Like other professors, the first thing Snape did at the beginning of class was to call the roll. As expected, his voice paused when he called Harry's name. .

"Oh, yes." She whispered, then raised her eyebrows slightly and looked somewhere in the classroom, "Harry Potter, this is our new arrival - a famous character."

Those dark, cold yet empty eyes were clearly seen by the young wizards when Snape raised his head. They were like two dark bottomless tunnels, trying to rob away all the warmth.

"How did you guess?"

Draco touched Rollo's arm and conveyed this question with his eyes.

Before taking Potions class, Rollo told Draco that during this class, Professor Snape would start to pay a lot of attention to Harry, and all Draco needed to do was to stop Harry when he felt embarrassed. It’s always a little bit of a stretch to pull him out of the pit of fire.

Because just after these two consecutive lessons, they were about to start their third meeting in Hagrid's hut, which was the meeting that changed everything before.

Rollo just shook his head slightly and did not explain too much to Draco. Then, Snape put down the roster and walked behind the desk.

"You are here to learn the precise, sustainable and rigorous art of preparing potions."

The voice that contains traces of chill is like a whisper. Although the voice is soft, it seems to be actively reaching your ears, so that everyone can hear it clearly.

"Since there's no silly waving of a wand here, many of you won't believe it's magic."

"I don't expect you to truly understand the beauty of the slowly simmering crucible with its white smoke and fragrance. You won't really understand the liquid that flows into people's blood vessels... that is so exciting and willful. The mysterious magical power..."

Snape, who was describing the puzzling mystery in this cold tone, seemed to become more confusing at this moment. When talking about potions, his voice was no longer cold to the bone, and the words coming out of his mouth seemed to be filled with magic. Generally, it guides people to explore the unknown secrets.

"I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death-"

Snape's voice rose slightly, causing these words to collide in people's hearts.

"But there must be one thing, that is, you are not the kind of fools I often encounter."

The brief opening remarks almost immediately divided the students into two groups. Some wanted to prove that they were not idiots. They looked at Snape eagerly, while some lowered their heads or even curled up. , they couldn't withstand the coldness emanating from Snape, and they were even more worried about whether they could hand in an answer sheet.

In this moment of silence, Snape suddenly spoke without any warning and named someone.

"Potter!"

When Snape called his name, Harry Potter stood up as if frightened and looked at Snape with blank eyes.

"What do I get if I add daffodil root powder to a wormwood infusion?"

Harry was stunned. He looked at his friend at a loss, but Ron only had a dumbfounded expression on his face. Just like himself, Ron's mind was blank.

Harry was a little afraid to look into Snape's eyes. His lips trembled slightly, and his whole body even trembled slightly.

There was a trace of sarcasm on Snape's lips, and he took a few steps forward and walked in front of Harry.

"Yes......"

Harry swallowed hesitantly, then plucked up the courage to look at Snape, "It's life... life and death water, teach... professor."

Just after Harry finished his answer tremblingly, his heart seemed to calm down at the moment. Anyway, the result would not be worse. There was no difference between answering wrongly and failing to answer. Even if he was tricked If you use dirty tricks, you won't make more mistakes.

"It seems you opened the book to read before school started, right, Potter?"

It was still that cold tone, but the sarcasm that was about to emerge was somewhat restrained.

"Only a little bit, only a little bit..."

Harry, who did not dare to look at Snape, lowered his head. He had indeed read through every book, but simply reading out of curiosity could not make Harry remember what he needed at the moment. Answer.

"Really? Let's try again. If I asked you to find me a bezoar, where would you look for it?"

The question that appeared again made Harry fall into silence again. He raised his head slightly, but Snape was standing in front of him. He could not look past Snape's black robes to see the person who had given the hint before. Location.

Harry, who was a little depressed, could only shake his head and said, "Sorry, Professor, I don't know."

“So what’s the difference between Aconitum scaphoides and Aconite wolfsbane?”

Snape spoke immediately, firing off a barrage of questions.

"I couldn't remember, I'm sorry Professor..."

Harry's voice became even lower. He was afraid that Snape would continue to ask questions at this moment, and his already somewhat cluttered mind would not be able to squeeze out the answers he needed, even if he had seen this question before.

"Well, it looks like you only saw a little bit."

Snape, who couldn't hear any likes or dislikes in his tone, slowly turned around. His eyes left Harry's bowed head and glanced at Hermione's raised hand.

"I didn't ask you a question, Miss Granger."

The cold words fell, knocking Hermione back to her seat who couldn't wait to answer the question.

"Then open Chapter 1 of your textbook..."

Snape paced towards the podium.

At this moment, Harry, who was sitting down slowly, was touched by Ron next to him. He lowered his voice and said to Harry in surprise: "You actually answered it!"

Harry was about to tell Ron that it was just an accident. As soon as Harry's hand touched the textbook, Snape suddenly turned around and shocked him.

"The next time I catch someone whispering in my class, you can leave the classroom."

"Ron Weasley, you will be deducted one point from Gryffindor for talking in class."

Looking at Ron, whose face suddenly turned the color of liver, the sarcasm that had disappeared from Snape's mouth reappeared again, "Weasley, maybe you can tell Potter the answers to those two questions, right?"

After being called by Snape, Ron shook his body and stood up.

"I...I...I don't know." He said with a sad face, full of annoyance to Snape's frighteningly sharp ears.

"So you're not showing off your knowledge, Weasley. I thought you would tell Potter the answer."

There seemed to be a burst of sneers in the classroom, laughing at the fact that the fools and fools Snape just mentioned appeared, but it seemed that they were not there. How could the little wizard who had just been scolded continue to offend Snape at this time? Weasley This is a lesson learned from the past.

"In that case, can anyone else answer my question?"

Snape's eyes swept around the classroom. He didn't even look at the back row of the classroom where Gryffindor was sitting, and ignored Hermione's hand raised again.

"Draco, tell me."

Seeing Draco raise his hand, Snape called his name.

"Bezoars can be removed from the stomachs of goats and have a strong detoxifying effect, and Aconitum navicularis and Aconitum wolfsbane are the same plant, collectively called Aconitum."

"Very good, nice answer."

Snape nodded and asked Draco to sit down, a satisfied smile on his face.

"Why don't you write this down? So that you don't come up empty-headed when you ask this question. Five points for Slytherin, that's what you should do."

The rustling of quills across parchment was heard in the classroom, and an indignant Ron sat down in his seat, staring at the back of Draco's head with his annoyed eyes, adding to the embarrassment just now. Malfoy, who has a bad stomach.

Harry, who originally wanted to express something, saw Ron in this state, so he could only sigh and save the rest of his words until after class.

Potions class does not seem to be much different from other classes. Although Snape has many preferences for Slytherin as expected, in general, things are within the scope of the young wizards' acceptance.

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